Chapter 17
“Are you sure about this?” Brigid asked. She was studying her reflection in the mirror.
Phillipe stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. “Trust me. You look gorgeous.”
“Isn’t this a little over the top?” She was wearing a curve-hugging, cleavage-baring, top with leggings and cute little heeled shoes. She’d done her make-up more heavily than usual and had pulled her hair up. “I look like a hooker.”
“You do not,” he said. He kissed her neck. “You look sexy and confident.”
“I don’t like being bait.”
“Bree, I won’t abandon you again. I work at a club, I’ve seen these kinds of men before. A stern word won’t change their behavior, not when Louis’ rules didn’t keep them in line in the first place. This will work. This will fix things.”
“I don’t know. Maybe a di
